Unheard whispers


It seems a week I got nothing special to do. Yeah... I ain't special guy, just like the others, but I used to make ordinary things to be different. But not this week.

There's some one who keep telling me about this. Some one who doesn't even have an eye to see and ear to listen. But he keep telling and reminding anyone who care and try to catch what he tells. He keeps standing there, in my wall.
tells me the seconds I let go, reminds me the seconds to go...

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